Who do you think you are

 Welcome to high school
Welcome to the Bullshit Arena
Welcome to the stage for airing yr pettiness
Yr problems
Yr business
Yr bitchiness
Welcome to high school,
Enjoy the excuse while it lasts

Everything will be alright

 The friction of bodies
grinding pushing smashing
Give us something to feel
give us something we can take home at the end of the night, to our uncaring mothers and our disapproving fathers
Give us something that's real
give us blood give us bruises give us christmas

Just like the sun.

 Still in pajammas, and it's almost noon.
The glow of the television tints everything blue.
Still trying to dissipate the quick-settling gloom,
Still trying to gather the nerve to talk to you.